Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Critical, essential, terrifying reading.

The night before, Williams had slept in the guest room. The house was cluttered with semiautomatic rifles. He had risked photographing three plaques on the walls inscribed with the same Ernest Hemingway line. “There is no hunting like the hunting of man,” they read. “Those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else.”

A Mole Infiltrated the Highest Ranks of American Militias. This Is What He Found. (propublica.org)